No one could deny you always did have the best intentions. You drove me home after old friends and tequila sunrises, helped me over the fence and to the window. Offered me help inside.

It was alcohol making me brave but much more making me want you. I watched your mouth move and something in me tightened, showed in my face. I begged you. Silently.

You saw it. Struggled.

Didn't give in.

So I didn't think twice about inviting you over; not until he walked down the hall and your laughter stuttered, stopped. A look I didn't know clouded your face, left your eyes sharp and unhappy.

I thought about you shaking your head, telling me no. Moving away from me.

You wanted me or you didn't. I wished I could tell.